A Treatise From The Angel Poem by Rex Islam
A Treatise From The Angel
I wonder whether it was a dream or a forecast message!
A journey where it gleamed the keen aged passage,
Appeared on the right swathe with blessings – the heaven,
On the left – the silhouetted hell that threats like a raven;
In my front, stands with a murk glare, with a garland; angel of death.
I could remember the toilsome exertion of sowing the bed of seed
Where the rain, the season had left without any proper heed;
Though sprouts sprang out from that had been planted with zeal,
No flower bloomed, no fruits bore, not more a remedy to heal.
The enslaved, vigilant angle eager to learn the parts been done
“Time flew, your oomph slackened, a bow the back-bone gone
What’s stored! Whether still is it possible to stay awake in prayer?
Or will you like to be left with pleasure and rest at the bower?
Does not matter, my my works will let you free; let you wear my wreath.”
Hi bhagne, I have read your poem wonderfull, go ahead Thanks Habib Mama
I like the depth you have brought through otherwise simple language. This line was particularly beautiful: - 'Though sprouts sprang out from that had been planted with zeal, No flower bloomed, no fruits bore, not more a remedy to heal.' But why do yousound so pessimistic? Thank you. Nibedita Deb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:09:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I don't think this is a pessimistic poem. You are simply expressing a dichotomy of opposites here. Death is a part of life. Failure is an intregal part of your success in this world. For you to strive as a writer where the English language is not your native tongue brings solitude where none is found, & in all this richness, life in all its ugliness is its own reward, and because you work very hard at writing, beauty is found anywhere you look. Shane